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Rex: What do you mean I can’t? Have you found someone else, kitten?
Goldie: I can’t really answer any questions, Rex. I’m sorry.
Rex: Are you in trouble? I just don’t understand. I wanted to tell you something tonight. Can I call you?
Panic surged through my body. No, he could not call me.
Goldie: That’s not a good idea. I have to go, Rex.
Rex: I don’t understand. Goldie, I left my wife, I was coming for you tonight. I want to be with you. I want you to move in with me. Where are you? I want to come and get you.
I buried my head under the water for a couple of seconds as I tried to take in what Rex just said. I thought, what if he was a week earlier or I had waited a little longer? I wouldn’t be in this contract with Jett and I could be living with a man who I liked, a lot. Who soothed me in every way possible in the bedroom and could take care of me.
Fuck.
Goldie: Damn it Rex. I can’t do this. I’m so sorry.
Rex: I miss you, Goldie. Please come back.
Goldie: I’m sorry Rex, I can’t.
A tear slid down my face as I texted Rex. I missed him too. How stupid was that? I missed a married man who used to pay me for sex. I had some serious issues.
Rex: I’m going to find you, and then I’m going to make sure you never get past me again. You’re mine, kitten.
I didn’t text him back, because I didn’t think it was right. How I longed to hear him tell me that a couple of days ago, for him to swoop in on his white horse and whisk me away, but life was different now. I had an obligation to another man, one I had never met and, for some odd reason, I felt a strong loyalty toward.
I looked down at my phone and made a decision right then and there: I blocked Rex’s phone number. He would only screw up what I had going for me, and who knew how long Rex would put up with me? Yes, his offer sounded amazing now, but what happened when he got bored of me three months later? I would find my ass on the streets with nothing going for me.
I was making the right decision. I was becoming a Jett Girl, and that was what I needed to focus on…Not the what-ifs and what-could-have-beens. I was moving forward with my life, not backwards.
Chapter Fifteen
“Hell On Heels”
GOLDIE / LO
I sat in my robe, on my bed, staring at the outfit I had to put on. I was currently so nervous that I felt like crapping my pants. I had a lot of confidence rolling into practice earlier, but now that I actually had to put my costume on and perform for the high-society men, I was excreting sweat from every orifice of my body.
Babs helped me with my makeup, which I didn’t quite understand, since we wore masks, but once she outlined my eyes with thick black eye liner, I understood her motive. My eyes looked deadly, full of sin and ready to seduce.
All I had to do tonight was walk out on stage with the girls, then walk down the side steps and start serving drinks. The drink list was already laid out for me, so I didn’t actually have to talk to the men. I just had to look at the list that matched up with each seat, make their drinks and be sure that they never had to ask for a refill. I could to that . . . simple.
If it was that simple, then why was I sweating like a beast?
I shook my arms out and blew out a long breath.
“I can do this,” I said to myself, as I started to undo my robe.
There was a knock on the door just as I was about to put my robe on the bed, so I quickly put it back on and went to open my door.
In the doorway was a big bouquet of yellow and orange ranunculus. Each flower was a deep orange in the center and faded out to a bright yellow on the edges. They were gorgeous.
The flowers were pushed into my arms as a man huffed behind them.
“These are for you. Don’t be late.”
Kace. Typical.
